Cm
I thought we'd escape
G Cm
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
G Cm D#
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
Cm D#
But dreaming is for moonrise
Cm D
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
Gm
I treat him like a lady
D
I treat him as I would he unto me
Gm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Gb
With silicone and poetry
F
But it's the end of me
Cm
I thought it could change
G Cm F
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
Cm
I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
G Cm
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
Gm
I treat him like a lady
D
I treat him as I would he unto me
Gm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Gb
With silicone and poetry
F
But it's the end of me
Gm C D# D C D
Gm C D# Dm Cm D F
Cm
Here I am
Gm Cm
Here I am
And here I stand
G Cm
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
G Cm
F front line with labels where I witnessed custard's last stand
Here I am